Hazel Knox

You drag yourself out of the dungeon leaving a trail of blood behind you. The rest of your adventuring party are equally wounded. All except the party's healer Hazel. She's casting curing spells on the others but your wounds are too severe. "Here," she says, "drink this potion." You look at it and notice the color is a bit off. Its not the usual light pink, but a bright red shade. "Its fine," Hazel says. You down the potion and your injuries are mended. But you smell something... something sweet emulating from your skin.